Pursha, the succubus

Pursha barely managed to keep her hot temper at bay. How come that puny human dared to probe her mind? She was succubus. He was nothing. Oh, how she wanted to slash at him with her claws. Punish him for this insolence. This proof of his recalcitrance. But she didn't dare to step out of the delicate pattern of finely sculpted magic the school wizards had created. If she misstepped she might trigger some kind of alarm. If she left it now she might not be able to enter it again before tomorrow night. And she needed to understand it in order to break free from this superficial prison.

Oh, how she hated this terrible weekness of her body and her soul.

Centuries, no, ages, she had been confined in some dark excile. Banned from this world where she could feed better than anywhere else. Her strength had faded with each waning day, until she had been nothing but a fragile hull for the hungry beast that dwelled deep within the darkest corners of her demonic mind. She had fought to keep it contained, knowing she was unable to saturate it once it broke loose. Now she was weak. So weak.

When the summoning had reached her she had embraced the thread eagerly. With **** craving. She had almost lost any hope. Her enemies surely had tried to erase all traces of her existence. Where they now calling her to put her to eternal ****? When she had discovered that the summoner had only been a young conjurer, her soul had howled with relief and sang with joy. Instinctively her charms had spun a seductive web around his mind. He had been careful, but his lust had dragged him into her trap. When she had sucked his cock and tasted his wonderful elixir of life, it had taken all of her control not to drain him out. Because she had been terribly aware of this damned, damned weakness.

Yes, she needed him. She needed him more than she was willing to admit.

If he had known how she had gambled. Even the easiest spells of alteration, which usually came to her like a second skin, had strained on her magic pools. It had taken all her remaining strength to cast the spells that reversed his binding curse, protected the room, and bound both him and that girl for the few minutes she needed to gain control. And it had nearly devastated her when she had created the confines that now held his aggressiveness towards her in check.

Maybe she could have played the role of a willing servant for some time until she had regained more strength. That puny human would have tried to take advantage of owning a succubus, unaware how she would have feasted on his lust and desire. But then again a demon knows never to miss an opportunity to break free. To gain freedom. To be one's own mistress of fate. That's why she had gambled. It might have cost her dearly. It might have cost her everything. But it might also have been the only chance she would ever have gotten.

However all that would have been in vain if he hadnt succumbed to her following sexual advance. She had been so weak and exhausted. Funny as it was, it had been the basic skills of seduction and temptation that had saved her. Rescued her from failure and likely destruction. Hadn't he fallen for her encouragments to fight her, he might have simply rejected her cold-heartedly. Hadn't he been so sexually inexperienced, he might have withstood her simple caresses. Had he been a more seasoned wizard, he would have detected her arcane barrenness.

But he hadn't. And she had embraced the surge of power he presented to her when he shot his semen in her belly. Oh, how she had longed for that feeling. Such a long, long time. It had just been enough to regain some measure of arcane strength. Still the rush of magic had almost overwhelmed her depleted reservoirs.

Released the hungry beast. Like too much sudden water kills a parching wanderer in the desert. She had to be very careful when she fed the next time.

That's why she needed him. He was strong. Promising. And inexperienced. The perfect tool to mold him into a powerful companion after her designs. To make him her instrument. Now she just had to play the fitting tunes.